Burned to Ash

Here's the knife,
Here's my heart.
Grip it tight,
cut it apart.

Take my life,
take it all.
Hold me up
and let me fall.

Look at me,
tell me lies.
Cover it up
with secret goodbyes.

All the smiles,
all the laughs,
restricted now
to photographs.

Burned to ash,
burned to dust,
ther remainants of
all my trust.

You came in,
you stole my heart.
Now I watch
as you rip it apart.

Did it hurt you?
Did you cry?
Is that truth?
Or do you lie?